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I have a batty friend who likes to always have a project he is working on. At one point he was building these really exquisite electric guitars from scratch (out of wood). But his real passion lies in motorcycles. So last night he fills the bathtub with PineSol and places the Honda engine parts of his latest build to soak. I wake up this morning having slept over feeling a bit toxic, but reveling in the cool dreams I had last night (I haven't been remembering my dreams, so these were more cohesive and clear than in a very long time).

The first dream was I was with my friends on a Saturday night and we were bored, wondering where the party at. And so one friend says, in an excited/duhhhh kind of way: "well, why don't you use SIri to figure out where the party is at!" like this was the obvious thing to do since everyone uses their phones to find out where the happening parties are going down on a Saturday night. So I ask Siri if there are any parties near by and she says: "Please shut down the iPhone". I was totally blown away that to enable party finding mode, you had to shut down the phone. Would it really boot up again automatically with information on where the party is at? How strange, yet how cool! So I powered the phone down and waited a moment, skeptical this would actually work. The phone booted up again and was an explosion of fireworks and sound as we gawked in amazement at the party bursting out of the phone. As I kept watching the awesome display of festivus maximus coming out of my phone I slowly found myself entering into the party expanding out of the little screen.

In my amazement at being transported to the party from the couch, I had forgotten about my friends. I was now in some college party bonanza reminiscent of Spring Break, but it wasn't in any particularly cool place. It was night time, outside, and the rest of the dream was me bumbling about with different friends than I was with outside of the phone, looking for where the party was at (mostly it was just people coming and going). Nothing very exciting happened after that, unfortunately.---end----

So I take care of an elderly chap named Richard. He has Fragile X syndrome; basically he is a very low functioning autistic guy. Last night I dreamt I was out for a drive with him and I left him sitting on a bench and started talking to some people as I walked along a promenade type thing in a giant mall. Then I realized I had just left Richard behind and so told the people I was walking with I'd have to decline their invitation to join them (I forget what they were doing). Richard was very relaxed when I came back to him on the bench and when I asked him if he was ready to go he said, "yes, I'd like that" or something normal-like. Richard doesn't normally talk to people in such a normal way, mostly he recites a lot of random and repetitive phrases such as "what does shut up mean?" and "what accent?" and "stop the maniacal laughing" and "no silly business" all in a very exaggerated, theatrical way (the man is a gem), so it was kinda exciting for him to reply in such a 'neurotypical' way.

We walked for awhile, and Rich was walking really well. I was reflecting in my head about how nice Richard was being when I suddenly realized I didn't know where he was. I was now in a section of the mall that was like a mini hospital with large nurses bustling about. They were giving me stink eye for walking among their work stations or something, and I mumbled to one of them that I was looking for a guy with disabilities but they weren't interested and just wanted me to get out of their way so they could do their important jobs. I then, in as pleasant a voice as I could, yelled (or spoke really loud so everyone could hear me since they were up to now ignoring me), and they all glared at me and were cross with me for yelling.

Frustrated, I left the nurses' stations and headed back to the corridor I had come down in with Rich. I thought I saw him for a moment and went towards him but again he was fleet of foot and I lost him as soon as I thought I had found him. I did shortly thereafter find him when I went into a side room and he was fine, not being vocal (read: not screaming) or anything. And we continued walking down the promenade/mall.

If you could kindly look over the details of my items and see if you notice any compatibility issues please let me know! Specifically, I am concerned if the case is too small for the graphics card. I am quite out of the loop, but built a couple computers back in 1999.

I may replace the SSD drive for a 7200rpm 1TB one since it's 3X cheaper than the small SSD.

EDIT: if there is a graphics card that offers better bang for the buck that you can recommend, please do, as I am trying to get the cost of this build down.

The bathroom I use is connected to my bedroom and my housemate for some infuriating reason has been assigned to my bathroom and I hear his stream loud and clear every time he goes. :(

I take care of a guy with Fragile X syndrome (basically a very low functioning person with bad autism). I live in his house with others taking care of him and a family who are in charge of his well being and manage us employees. The job pays minimum wage but the perks are living in a nice neighborhood for $140/mo with all utilities and heat included (the house is valued at 3.2 million dollars). The annoying thing is I am working over 40 hours a week, so I am not maximizing the situation (which would be to work 18 hours a week and get another decent paying job). I tried to encourage the new guy to use the other bathroom down the hall, but for some reason I just heard him go again. :( I will have to talk to him again.

At my old job, I was connected to drop box which downloads all the files from work and syncs them on my computer. I've since left the job but I'm still synced to the dropbox which is still taking up space on my computer. My boss, for some reason, wasn't interested in helping me disconnect from drop box. I want to safely disconnect from dropbox and delete all the files from my computer that it synced from work without deleting any files from any of the computers connected to the dropbox at my old job. (it's over 100 gigs). Any advice on how to do this?

My buddy has a lovely kitty who sadly won't be able to stay with him at his new place he is moving to. He has an interested party on Craigslist but was really hoping to find someone he knows to take the cat. Since he can't find someone he knows, he is wondering what the responsible thing to do, is. Let some stranger take his cat and hope they will be a good owner? Should he ask the interested party for references?

I was walking through Harvard Yard and someone stopped and asked me my thoughts on the metaphysics of modernity at which I hesitated and then replied "what do you mean by metaphysics" and then they brushed me off and continued on their way. My thinking is the guy's friends who he was with challenged him that others would not know what he meant, but who knows.... What do you think it means?

Nonny: "I'm not gonna bother to die. It's too much trouble! Why do I have to prepare my own funeral!?"

Wow, so while sometimes I think it's inappropriate or disrespectful for me to document my grandparents with my iPhone, tonight I'm glad I captured what I did, because I actually got some pretty interesting stuff, and upon watching it back gained a little insight. Often, the footage is not too insightful as it's usually nebulous at best, with Fa going on tangents with lots of abstract generalizations and zero specifics, but tonight it was Nonny, out of left field, that offered up some gems.

After Johnny came back from his 3 mile walk in the 9 degrees with wind and snow, to route 41, Nonny started to go on about a wake. At first I just thought it was more nonsense from the nonsense factory (the overactive pineal gland?), but then it became clear what she was talking about. She urgently implored if there were any clear thinkers that could help her think. So, naturally I volunteered, thinking I had some kind of advantage over her and Fa. She starts going on again about a wake: "What do we do if we've scheduled a wake and you haven't died yet!?" (referring to Fa) so I say "cancel the wake, I guess!" and Fa laughs. Then I ask if Fa's destiny was interrupted by John collecting him off the road, which made Fa a bit uncomfortable, with him finally saying: "How can I say anything but 'no!'". But, if you want to look at it on one level, the guy walks out into the frigid cold with no idea where he is going (nothing about New York, nothing about visiting friends or colleagues or anyone) and makes great distance in a short period of time. Even with accurate GPS monitoring on our iPhones he managed to get as far afield as he did before we found him! Nonny, however, also didn't think Fa's destiny was interrupted. Who, though, is wise enough to know when one's time is truly nigh? Just some musings as they may relate to what came next....

Nonny: "The wake! It's happening soon!"Me: "Whose wake?!"Nonny: with an expression like come on, don't play stupid: "both of ours -- a double wake". A look of slight confusion mixed with Oh, is that so! comes over Johnny's face. Me: "When are the funerals, Nonny? Because you and Johnny are still alive..."Nonny didn't hear the question properly, but by the end of the evening it became clear she was worrying about who was arranging her funeral and wake, and why wasn't the phone ringing off the hook with people inquiring where and when the wake was going to be held, since she, and Johnny, too, were both dead.

At dinner, Nonny, in great distress, suddenly blurts out "I feel I am dead already!" or something to the effect. John asked to see my phone so I stopped recording and of course missed the key moment. Shortly after, John reassured her she wasn't dead and then she said: "I don't think I'm dead, either." And then a dawning realization seemed to wash over her and she started shaking her head and tapping herself on the head with her hand and laughing in spite of herself and then started to say something, "I've been arrange..." but then trailed off, thinking better of it. Upon watching the video back, I realize now what she was thinking: what a silly fool I've been, trying to arrange my own wake and funeral and I'm not even dead yet! She then asked Johnny if he felt dead and he replied, rather matter of factly, if not deadpan: "No, I don't feel dead."

It's kind of funny to hypothetically think about someone who knows Nonny well, but unaware of tonight's episodes, unwittingly making a joke about how "Nonny is always worrying about something and whether things are being taken care of, to the point where one day she will probably be worrying about the arrangement of her own funeral and wake!" Don't worry, Nonny, when the time comes, you won't have to worry about arranging your own (or Fa's) wake and funeral. That will be at least one thing in your life, others, (specifically your daughter), will shoulder the full burden of, and everyone will be there.

About ten minutes after John brought Nonny around to realizing that she is still in fact alive, she lapses into thinking she is dead again.

Earlier, Fa, soberly reflecting on his 3 mile afternoon walk in the frigid cold, said "Where ever I go it seems I can't help but create some kind of problem." Nonny replies: "You're going to the prom? That's nice."

Visited "family friends" and my good friend's mother asked me if I'd been doing any writing. I said when I move to Cambridge I'll pick it up again. She gushed, again about my travel blogs. I don't think I'm a very good writer but she was really going on how my blogs were awesome (not my dw blogs) and they were fresh and unique or something. So I may "become a writer" to salvage what little i have left of a so far well wasted life.

What do you think of my writings on dw. Worth a grain of rock salt on an evening of overhyped snow?